The Teen Titans will be owned by me. Someday. Maybe.

Garfield knew he could easily explain his confession away by saying "as a friend" or "because we're friends", but he couldn't find his voice. It was like his own body was refusing to help him, and every second that went by, he was digging himself deeper and deeper into embarrassment.

Or the friend-zone. He really hoped it wasn't the friend-zone.

But what bothered him the most was that he finally realized he was crushing on Raven. And now she knew.

"I'm glad you like me and consider me a friend, but I'm a friend that can take care of herself."

Or not.

The blonde suddenly felt angry that she didn't understand- it was blatantly obvious how he felt! Maybe she was the idiot.

Raven waited patiently for him to respond. After the initial shock of his confession wore off, she realized he probably only meant he liked her in the platonic way- it wasn't the romantic, spontaneous declaration of love after a dire situation that'd end with her pushed up against the wall as he kissed her passionately.

She shuddered slightly at her own thoughts- she really needed to stop watching the CW.

"F-friends help each other out," he replied lamely.

The pale girl let out a weary sigh. "I appreciate that you were there to help me out, but I don't think you needed to get so... violent," she pointed out quietly.

Garfield felt his stomach churn as he realized how crazy he must have looked in front of her. He also realized he had neglected to take his meds, and his sleep-deprivation mixed with his irritation from missing his pill wasn't exactly a winning combination.

His stomach began churning more violently- nausea was another side effect.

Raven watched in confusion as her teammate rushed into her bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. She quickly followed after him, feeling a strange sense of worry overcome her as she watched him.

"Are you okay?" she asked timidly.

She waited patiently as he rid himself of his stolen breakfast.

"Just peachy," he answered sarcastically, before another bought of nausea hit him.

Raven tentatively switched on the fan, hoping it would help alleviate the smell of vomit.

"Can I get you anything?"

Garfield leaned onto the toilet, his head hanging in shame. He knew he needed to get his meds in his system, but the trip across the hall seemed too far away, and he was beginning to feel light-headed.

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course," the dark-haired girl replied almost immediately.

He smiled despite having his head in the toilet. "Can you not ask any questions?"

She paused for a moment. "...Is that the favor?"

He gave a small, humorless chuckle. "It's a part of it, I guess."

Raven nodded slowly, before realizing he couldn't see her. "Alright," she agreed, though she knew her curiosity was going to spike.

"In the drawer next to my bed is some medication. Can you get it for me?"

She held her tongue and leaned down beside him as he pulled his key card out of his pocket.

"And my toothbrush," he added with a laugh.

She nodded her head again and made her way towards her door. Opening it slowly, she was relieved to see that Adonis had left. She quickly crossed the hall and unlocked his door.

She walked in slowly, rolling her eyes at the mess. She didn't even have to guess whose bed was whose as she glanced at the unmade bed of her blonde teammate. Opening the end table's drawer, she found a small, orange container.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she quickly read the label.

LOGAN
GARFIELD M
IRON GLYCEROPHOSPHATE
TAKE ONE TABLET BY MOUTH
EVERY DAY

She arched an eyebrow quizzically, pondering over what could cause his need for iron. He was a vegetarian, whose diet consequently lacked in the vegetable department, so she figured he could have been iron-deficient.

She felt even more confused at how embarrassed he seemed to be by it. Maybe it was because the lifestyle he praised so often was causing him to be unhealthy?

Deciding to ponder over it later, she raced back to her own room.

Garfield was no longer in the toilet as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was covered in a thin coat of sweat.

She quickly filled a small paper cup with water from the sink, before approaching him slowly. "Garfield?"

The twitching of his lips were her only response as he reached out for his medication.

She handed it over before turning towards the toilet and flushing it. The foul smell made her realize something.

"I forgot your toothbrush."

Garfield quickly swallowed down his pill and gave her a small smile. "It's okay, Rae."

Again, she ignored the nickname as she sat on the side of the tub. So many questions were running through her mind, and she suddenly found herself regretting their earlier agreement.

As if reading her mind, the blonde teen let out a labored sigh. "I'll tell you later, okay?"

He peeked one eye open in time to see her nod in defeat.

He really, really didn't want to tell her. Besides his foster parents and a couple of teachers, only Victor knew about his condition, and he really wanted to keep it that way. But a voice in his head (incidentally the same voice that never seemed to shut up about his pale teammate) quietly reminded him that he had stumbled upon one of her secrets, so it was only fair he shared his.

But not today- he was drawing the line at dead-parents and drug-lords.

"Can I at least ask if you're okay?"

He turned his head to look at her, smiling to himself as she purposely avoided eye contact.

"I'm okay," he answered meekly. For the most part, he was. He had his meds in his system, and so long as he didn't throw up again, he'd be back to normal in a matter of hours. Usually the withdrawals didn't hit him so hard, but he figured the lack of sleep and physical exertion of putting that creep in his place took its toll.

And his appetite.

His brows furrowed as he realized it was probably close to lunch by now, and Ms. Mae would probably come fetch them soon. He was no longer worried about getting in trouble, since his sickly appearance would be excuse enough. Idly, he wondered if he was turning green- the mix of nausea and his condition often gave his usual summer glow a ghoul-like tinge.

He spared another glance at Raven, letting a small laugh escape his mouth as he realized that beside her, he'd still look bronzed.

She arched her brows quizzically. "What's so funny?"

His amusement turned to a small, shy smile as he shrugged. "Nothing- you're just really pale," he mused.

She defied his observation of her lack of color as her cheeks turned a faint red. "Shut up," she muttered, though a smile was playing at her lips as well.

He opened his mouth to say more, but a frantic knocking on Raven's door interrupted him.

"Ms. Roth!" the strangely angry voice of their teacher bellowed, obviously furious.

Raven sighed wearily as she stood from her perch on the tub and made her way towards the door.

Opening it slowly, she was greeted by the comical sight of an angry, elderly woman dressed in an elaborate, fifties-inspired outfit and red in the face.

"I presume Mr. Logan is in there with you," Ms. Mae seethed, putting on a smug I-just-caught-you-red-handed face.

The pale girl motioned for her teacher to come in, which obviously caught her by surprise.

"I'm in here," Garfield called weakly from his position on the dark-haired girl's bathroom floor.

Ms. Mae hurried towards his voice, her anger turning to concern at the sight of her unwell student.

"Oh, dear!" she huffed, looking over the scene quizzically. "Your mother insisted that something like this wouldn't happen!"

Garfield gave her a guilty smile. "I'm usually really good about taking them..."

Raven stood quietly at the door as she watched Garfield pull himself onto his feet. She noticed his complexion was already turning back to normal, but he was still a little shaky on his feet.

"Ms. Roth, will you be a dear and help Mr. Logan back to his own room?" their teacher demanded sweetly, also noticing the blonde's difficulties at standing upright.

The pale girl nodded in agreement as she slipped into the bathroom and wrapped one arm around his waist. He stiffened at the contact, and she stifled a laugh at the reversal of their roles.

Garfield walked slowly towards his room as his elderly teacher held the door open for him. He tentatively wrapped his own arm around his teammate for "support", feeling his blush intensify as she adjusted her hold on him.

It was almost as thrilling as their earlier side-hug, only this time he wasn't going to throw up from nerves- he just felt like throwing up.

He hated his damn medication.

Raven also felt her own cheeks heat up as directed him towards his bed. She knew their teacher's eyes were glued to them, and she idly wondered if Ms. Mae had heard the rumors of their relationship.

That'd explain why the old woman assumed they were together in her room.

They finally made it to his bed, and Raven helped him lower himself onto it comfortably.

He smiled up at her, already feeling a hundred times better as she smiled back shyly.

"Thanks, Rae," he whispered, not really wanting Ms. Mae to hear him for some reason.

His teammate rolled her eyes fondly before making her way back towards the hall, again resisting her habit of correcting him.

I swapped my shift and didn't have to work today! Ah, the perks of retail :)

It was nice; I woke up at a decent hour, had coffee with a friend (can I get a whoohoo for having a social life for once? Lol) and then came back home and typed this up while watching Netflix!

What can I say, I'm a skilled multitasker ;)

So a little more information is given! Wow, this has been a really revealing day for these two, eh?

Love how you guys all called me out on the whole "as a friend" thing- am I really that predictable?

Yeah, yeah- I know am; but hey, longer story, right?

Leave a review, please! That'd be totes fab!